Mr. Wang nodded and said seriously: "Actually, when I came here a few days ago, I discovered that the scimitar you collected is weird and has a lot of evil energy on it."
"It's just that at that time, the scimitar was put in the scabbard and showed very little evil spirit. I just thought that the scimitar had seen blood and didn't take it to heart at all."
"If I hadn't seen that you were in a bad mental state today, and there was a red mark on the Yintang, I calculated that you would be in a bloody disaster in the near future, and I would never have thought that it was the scimitar that caused it."
"Today I observed it carefully again and found that there was no blood on that scimitar. It was completely like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood beneath the scimitar."
"There are at least tens of thousands of souls killed by this sword!"
Zhou Shiqi curled his lips, "I saw it all, okay? You, Old Wangtou, don't have such ability!"
Zhang Ziqian swallowed his saliva and murmured: "Old man, when you say that, I find that this is really the case."
"Since my dad and I started suffering from insomnia, it seemed that we had put away the scimitar."
As he spoke, Zhang Ziqian said respectfully: "Old man, what do you think we should do with this scimitar?"
Mr. Wang looked suffocated, what should he do?
How the hell do I know, that dog Wang Dazhuang didn’t tell me!
Mr. Wang rubbed his temples and said distressedly: "This scimitar is too fierce, you should get rid of it as soon as possible!"
"That's not right. Selling this thing to others is harming people. You'd better find a way to melt it."
"Save it from causing trouble in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear sound of a knife echoed in the store.
With a "crack" sound, the scimitar on the shelf automatically unsheathed a little, and a small section of the shiny white blade was exposed.
Just such a small section of the blade was unsheathed, and in an instant, everyone in the store felt a chill, going up from the tailbone to the top of the head.
It was really like falling into an ice cellar, and my teeth were chattering all over my body.
"This knife is really a monster!"
This is the thought in everyone's mind at this moment.
Only Zhou Shiqi stared at the scimitar with strange eyes, secretly thinking that this sword was psychic, right?
If this was really a magical weapon with psychic powers, Zhou Shiqi had no reason to let it go.
On the other side, as soon as he said that he wanted to melt the scimitar, there was a supernatural incident of the scimitar automatically unsheathing, and Mr. Wang's forehead was instantly dripping with cold sweat.
Mr. Wang was so panicked. He was really afraid that the scimitar would kill him if he got upset, which would be really embarrassing.
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Wang suddenly took a deep breath, patted Zhang Ziqian's shoulder, and said with sincerity: "Young man, this scimitar must be offered up properly in the future, and you must not forget to burn three sticks of incense in the morning and evening!"
"Don't have any crooked thoughts, and don't think of melting this knife."
Zhang Ziqian looked at him speechlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice. I believe you are evil. You are a bad old man. That's not what you said just now!
Mr. Wang smiled awkwardly, "I'm just trying to protect myself, this knife is very powerful!"
Soon, with a "click", the scimitar was sheathed.
Everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief. The scimitar put too much pressure on everyone present.
Mr. Wang pursed his lips at Zhang Ziqian and gave him a wish-for-blessing look.
Zhang Ziqian is really going to collapse.
Originally, he wanted to sell the scimitar or melt it as the old man said.
However, after the scene just now, Zhang Ziqian was scared.
The knife was still fine when it was taken back, lying on the shelf motionless. If the old man hadn't talked nonsense about melting the knife, I don't think the knife would have caused a riot.
Zhang Ziqian really wants to cry without tears. It's all because of you, a bad old man. You've been beeping for nothing. Now it's better. The knife is no longer pretending. It's true colors are revealed. I really can't get rid of it even if I want to.
Mr. Wang kept chatting, "This is really none of my business. You want me to tell you the solution!"
On the other side, the short-haired man stepped forward, took out an object wrapped in newspaper from his arms, placed it on the counter, and said to Zhang Ziqian: "Little boss, we are here to redeem that tiger head jade pendant."
"Here is 20,000 yuan in cash. I will return it to you intact!"
"You want to redeem that tiger head jade pendant?" Zhang Ziqian frowned, "Sorry, this tiger head jade pendant is now priced at 100,000 yuan. If you want it, I can give you a 20% discount, and you can take it for 80,000 yuan!"
"Eighty thousand!" the short-haired man suddenly raised his voice, and then gritted his teeth and said, "When we sold it to you, it was 20,000, and you want 80,000 just one day later?"
"How can you do this kind of business?"
Zhang Ziqian curled his lips and said angrily: "If you want, don't pull me down!"
"If I don't consider you to be acquaintances, otherwise if someone else comes, I won't get a dime."
The short-haired man laughed angrily: "Then I really want to thank you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the short-haired man grabbed the wooden box containing the tiger head jade pendant on the counter.
At the same time, the short middle-aged man instantly punched Zhang Ziqian on the bridge of his nose.
There was only a "click" sound, and Zhang Ziqian's nose bone was broken.
"Ouch!"
What followed closely was Zhang Ziqian's scream of pain.
After grabbing the things, the short-haired man said hello and motioned for the other two to run away.
Just as the short-haired man was about to leave, a figure stepped forward.
In just one confrontation, the short-haired man was punched three times in the chest. While he was dazed, he struck his wrist with a knife and instantly snatched away the wooden box in his hand.
The short-haired man rubbed his chest and wrists in pain, then glared at Mr. Wang with a sinister look, and said in a cold voice: "Old guy, you are looking for death, give me your things!"
Mr. Wang chuckled lightly: "I'm sorry, but one thing I'm bad about is that I like to meddle in other people's business!"
On the other side, a short middle-aged man winked wildly at the tall young man.
The young man gritted his teeth and picked up Zhou Shiqi.
Seeing this, the short-haired man smiled sinisterly: "Old guy, is this little guy your grandson?"
"Give me the box in your hand, or I will kill your grandson."
Mr. Wang looked a little weird and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "I advise you to put him down, otherwise you will regret it."
You will definitely regret it, this little guy will beat the shit out of you!
The short-haired man stretched out his hand and squeezed Zhou Shiqi's fleshy little face. Zhou Shiqi immediately cried and struggled.
While sobbing, Zhou Shiqi stretched out his hands in the direction of Mr. Wang: "Grandpa, grandpa, I'm afraid, grandpa, come and save me!"
While talking, Zhou Shiqi winked at Mr. Wang for a while.
Mr. Wang is so angry and funny, what kind of plane is this dog planning to do?
Do you want me to cooperate and show off my acting skills?